I try to give Andrew as much independence in his choices but sometimes I have to draw the line. Today he got dressed himself, choose what he wanted for breakfast and what he wanted to do this morning. I told him we needed to run to the store and to get on his shoes and socks. He ran upstairs and got his socks and shoes on and was in the process of zipping up his coat when I looked over to see how he was doing. This is what I found:
I just couldn't let him out of the house looking like that. I told him to fix his pants and he said "what's wrong with them? They look fine." I fixed his pants and we were out the door with me shaking my head thinking, you're such a boy.
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